Tomb Kings Horsemen

Out of the heat mirage rides a fearsome cavalry of bones

Swift as the blowing sands they ride from death to death

They stampede over any who defy their assault

Razor sharp spears tear off limbs and flesh

Captains crumble one by one and heroes turn to flight

The ancient kingdom will deny all trespassers

The cursed will endure them all

Timeless sands will bury another fallen army

Only the dead can claim the desert waste

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